I believe that prehaps there is a whole theory waiting to be written about the phrase 'worthy of death' and its connotation and interpritation in modern society...

I mean, really what does that phrase mean? Does it indicate that life is too good for the likes of whomever is being spoken about? Or rather, is it just the opposite- is it really saying that life is no longer good enough? Can there be such a state of being as too good for life? Is assisted suicide murder or an understanding that life is no longer good enough for the person being killed? That, in all reality, that person simply does not deserve to have to suffer through a life that is not worthy of them any longer?

I wonder if that is how ritualized serial killers think. Thier victims should no longer have to sufer through life...

I think I want to write a story about this now...




An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Then again, that would just leave the blind leading the blind, and really, how differnt would that be?



On average in the US, about seven children were born every minute in 2003, almost exactly twice as many as died every minute (about 4.5 people died/minute in 2003). That seems... uneven to me. I think maybe this world is harder than others, and that's why so many people just keep coming back...



Someone tried to 'enter my head' recently- apparently they found elephants and many other seemingly random things there. I could explain how everything got there, but I really don't think you want to here it. It's a very long process to get from elephants to... well, birth and deaths rates in the US in 2003 for example.



Wikipedia is awesome, if for no other reason than it leads you to things like this: Is "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" a real word referring to Irish hookers?



Did you know that the bible says- I can't remember where, but I know its there- that every time you masturbate you have to sacrifice a bull? How many bulls have you slaughtered this week? ... I think you all have quite a bit of catching up to do.



A Canadian book store sold copies of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince before the schedualed release date. To keep from having spoilers, the Canadian government made a law regaurding HP7. Because the government forgot the 'out loud', it was actually illegal to read HP7 in view of any other person in Canada before 12:01 local time on the release date. Just the fact that there was in fact a LAW about Harry Potter amuses me- but I can't get the image of some little kid holed up in a closet reading his illegal copy of HBP by candle-light and then hiding it under the floor boards like it was scotch durring pohibition... heh, that just makes me smile...



If a train leaves Boston for New York at 3:54pm, traveling 62 mph, and another leaves Hartford for New York at 4:48pm, traveling 48mph, how many people will be getting on the 'break-down bus' in Bridgeport?



These are just a few of the things that occured to me today. My mother told me that if they could find a way to get a camera crew into my head, they could make the best comedy show EVER. A friend of mine once said he knew what was going on inside my head- I told him I felt bad for him; even I don't know what's going on in there most of the time.



Butterscotch tastes neither like butter nor scotch. This is a marvel of the English language that I shall never understand.

4.5 people died per minute? So then.... how does half a person die? Is it like a midget? 4 people and a midget die every minute?
» randomjunk on 2006-11-29 07:29:25

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